Albumazar A comedy presented before the Kings Maiestie at Cambridge, the ninth of March. 1614. By the Gentlemen of Trinitie Colledge.

ACT. 2. SCEN. 8.

EVGENIO. CRICCA. FLAVIA.

EVG.

CRicca commend my seruice to my Mistresse.

CRI.

Commend it t'her your selfe. Mark't you not, while We talk't▪ how through the window she attended, And fed her eyes on you? there shee's.

EVG.

'Tis true. And as from nights of Stormes the glorious Sunne Breake's from the East, and chaseth thence the Clouds That choak't the Aire with horror; so her beauty Dispels sad darknesse from my troubled thoughts, And cleare's my heart.

FLA.

Life of my soule well met.

EVG.

How is't my deerest Flauia?

FLA.

Eugenio, As best becomes a woman, most vnfortunate.

That hauing lou'd so long, and beene perswaded Her chaste affection was by your's requited, Haue by delayes beene famish'd. Had I conceal'd Those flames your vertue kindled, then y'had sued, Intreated, sworne, and vow'd, and long e're this Wrought all meanes possible to effect our marriage. But now.

EVG.

Sweet soule despaire not, weep not thus, Vnlesse you wish my heart should life-bloud drop, Fast as your eyes do teares. What is't you feare?

FLA.

First that you loue me not.

EVG.

Not loue my Flauia? Wrong not your iudgement: rip vp this amorous brest And in that Temple see a heart that burne's I'th' vestall sacrifice of chastest loue, Before your beauties Deity.

FLA.

If so, Whence growes this coldnesse in soliciting My brother to the match?

EVG.

Consider sweetest, I haue a father riuall in my loue; And though no duty, reuerence, nor respect Haue power to change my thoughts: yet 'tis not comly With open violence to withstand his will; But by faire courses try to diuert his minde From disproportioned affections. And if I cannot, then nor feare of anger, Nor life, nor lands, shall crosse our purposes. Comfort your selfe sweet Flauia: for your brother Second's our hopes with his best seruices.

FLA.

But other feares oppresse mee: mee thinkes I see Aontonio my old father, new return'd, Whom all intelligence gaue drown'd this three monthes, Enforcing mee to marry th'foole Pandolfo, Thus to obtaine Sulpitia for himselfe. And so last night I dream'd, and euer since Haue bene so scar'd, that if you hast not Expect my death.

EVG

Dreames flow from thoughts of things we most desire, Or feare, and seldome proue true Prophets, would they did. Then were I now in full possession Of my best Flauia: as I hope I shall be.

CRIC.

Sir, pray take your leaue, this to no end, 'T will but encrease your griefe and hers.

EVG.

Farewell Sweete Flauia, rest contented with assurance Of my best loue and seruice.

FLA.

Farewell Eugenio.